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Jan 2019
What ya see is what ya get I'm tryna forget
The past **** that sets broken empty threats
From my enemies that sit day in and day out
Tryna take away the little clout see em pout
It ain't about being the biggest but having the biggest
Impact on many lives see my eyes realize
Real lies my family ties got cut off
Say they real when all they want is hell
For your lifestyle it's hard to smile as an angelic child
On Earth as a punishment no sentiment
To the enemies sent to do God's work oh it hurts
How you find most haters is in the family
Pedigrees my closest folks ain't even my kin
We living out Judahs sin from the curse within'
Our hearts I pick apart where the lies start
Though I got no heart it's black stones
On a natural high tryna take it to the sky
Return back as the stardust kid still out in the bids
Auctioned my soul for better days see the tech that sprays
Another clay body displayed soon to be laid in a grave
Far from being saved we made Lord in our own image
I'm tryna up the percentage I pillage a village
With no touch my words clutch the black Dutch
Coming back for my lost heirarchy it's the return of the gangsta's prophecy


Tried to follow the footsteps of a being a good samaritin
But there I am again all alone in the wind
Let the breeze give my subconsciousness a tease
Wish I could break away from the curse epiphany
Evilness dwelling in society no sympathy
From the elite see the same madness that repeats
Each week they scream peace but all I see is war
Voilence galore from the core it's hard to stand on the floor
Shaky ground I'm outta bounds all i have is my hallow rounds
For my expounds that's the last of the sound
My flows deadly combat ready try and test me
None get the best of me I'm learning Niccolio Machiavelli
Ten rules
To chose from I'm touching nations from North America
To Jerusalem
Looking through wisdoms optics to see who's dumb?
Words come easily I vanish em all
Soon to get they call
Home welcome into the fiery gates of hell
Under my spells I lay well my voodoo
Make ya go coo coo swoop right by you
Like the wind do think you safe better have ya pistols
I'm the true black knight layin' chaos everynight without a presence of my sight
Bloodline of King Yashayah
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Bloodline of King Yashayah  26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth
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